The poem
Through intricate motions ran Stream and gliding sun And all my heart seemed gay: Some stupid thing that I had done Made my attention stray.
Repentance keeps my heart impure; But what am I that dare Fancy that I can Better conduct myself or have more Sense than a common man?
What motion of the sun or stream Or eyelid shot the gleam That pierced my body through? What made me live like these that seem Self-born, born anew?